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I hope one day we will meet again. Yours in love Thabo. She read it and put it in the pocket book Thabo left when he was running. She would read it all over again. She would repeat the last sentence, "I hope one day we will meet again.

Did you ever felt hatred from the person you love. Did you ever hided flowing tears within yourself while acting normal infront of everyone.... The blooming of love from hatred is it possible.... The love from many hurdles will it have a happy ending.... Viranica : I love you prince Karthik : did you ever know what is meant by love playgirl like you never liable for love Viranica : didn't you ever feel love in my words Karthik : I feel only disgusted of you Viranica : my love is true for you

Kissed down her body. "Again?" she asked. "Again." I made love to her slowly. Thoroughly. Celebrating. When we finally finished. Both utterly spent. We lay tangled together. Sheets twisted. Bodies sticky. Happy. I reached for water on her nightstand. Knocked something. Her laptop. Screen lit up. I glanced. Couldn't help it. Document open. Title visible. "Teaching My Virgin Lover: A Memoir by Dr. Delilah Santos" I stared. Read it again. Making sure.

> "That's not how this works." _*]:min-w-0"> "It's exactly how this works. Love is about trading sacrifices until you both survive or die trying." _*]:min-w-0"> "That's a terrible philosophy." _*]:min-w-0"> "It's the only one I have right now." _*]:min-w-0"> My chest stopped burning. The blood flow had slowed to manageable levels. I could breathe without tasting copper, could think without fighting through pain that threatened to overwhelm consciousness. _*]:min-w-0">

"And I offer love without burden. No expectations. No demands. Just... acceptance of whatever you choose to be or not be." "That is impossible," Entropy said. "All love demands something." "Does it? I love you now as you dissolve. I will love your memory if you cease. I will love your decision to exist if you stay. I love without condition because condition defeats love's purpose." The dissolution slowed. Not stopped, but hesitating. "You are lying," another dissolving consciousness accused. "No being can love without wanting something in return."

my poem reads thus. ....... A LOVE POEM BY FETTY... I use to think love was an illusion and an overrated feeling of hopelessness I had this notion of how much of a hyped feeling this abstract thing was Infact, I downgraded this magical feeling and made it a foot mat Until I fell.... Falling completely in love with you made me realize every possible assumption of love is a reality And this magical feeling is taking me round the world in an instant You are the abstract fabric that kneads every bit of my heart and make melodious symphonies out of my heartbeat

Sean chided, glaring at Alastor. “Yeah man, give four eyes some credit!” Harry said, looking too amused. Alastor scoffed but said nothing, leaning back on the couch while Nick smirked, fixing his glasses, “So… what do you want to know about your unlucky lady?” “Everything,” . . . “When you’re in love, you’re capable of learning everything and knowing things you had never dared even to think, because love is the key to understanding of all the the mysteries.” –Paulo Coelho

"W⁠hat exactly do⁠ you bring to t⁠his union?" I felt m‌y cheeks flush. "I‍ lov‌e him." "Love." Helena's la‌ugh was soft and utterly devoid of warmth. "How ref‌reshingly adolescent. Let me educate you about something, my dea⁠r. Love is a fairy ta‌l‍e we tell ourselves to make th⁠e transaction of m‌arriage more p‍alatable. The realit⁠y is far more practical." ‍

It's an endless stream of merriment. This creature was elegant, the aura around him loudly spoke royalty. The love in his eyes seems to be stronger than any story I had heard of love potion's power. The waves of the tender love I felt protruding from him was stronger than my little tender heart that had never in real time experience love.

Her fingers got intertwined as she balanced her arm rightly on her ribs. "The current community of man is filled with the love of freewill which I bore forth. The current community of man, is filled with...the love of discrimination, stigmatization and hypocrisy." "All they see is what hell choose just a man to see." "His words spread like the fallen leaves of trees in the Autumn season. He said...love is freewill." "Well, Love isn't, men just choose to listen to the community cause they believe God, (breaks) doesn't exist."